Miles
I stood at the doorway of the bride’s room, frustratedly searching my collar for the tag that was poking me. It was itching the back of my neck like crazy, and I couldn’t get a proper grip on it. I don’t know why she hasn’t noticed me standing here yet, but I’ve been at this doorway for quite a while now. Maybe she’s too wrapped up in her thoughts or the chaos around her to even sense my presence.
“Are you uncomfortable?” I asked finally, walking into the room. She turned around immediately, her face covered in ridiculous makeup, thick and excessive like she was playing a role in a historical drama instead of walking into a marriage.
“Are you wearing a coat on your wedding day?” Her eyes widened with surprise as she stared at me, a smile tugging at her lips despite everything.
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